I work 7 days a week between two jobs: 5 days a week at a pharmacy to make money for bills and 2 days a week at an aquarium and wildlife center for pure joy and also grad school prep. The pharmacy is soul crushing and the town is awful and lots more is bad but the two days I’m at the aquarium make me happier than I’ve ever been. I made close friends with my coworkers and I’m close with so many cool animals and people. I learn so much and get to really get my hands dirty with everything. The animals are hilarious and sweet and scary and I love getting to build trust with them and learning their personalities. I get to do necropsies (animal autopsies) of fish and diagnose and treat tanks. It is the coolest place in the world. I get to info dump about my favorite animal friends as I show them around to guests during critter chats and shows.
I’m exhausted and saving for grad school is hard but I know it’ll be worth it and I’m getting sun and exercise and joy and education and friendship with my second job in the meantime.
My brother took his life, and we were more like twins than anything. It’s hard, but I’m going day by day with the grief and doing my best to live with him in my heart.
lifeless. Ironic I know, as I am living. However I’m living very boring and safe. I don’t yet have the confidence or enough of a desire to leave my small safe bubble so I haven’t. Sure it’s boring, but it’s also peaceful. I’m sure when I grow a bit more as a person and tired of the same old stuff everyday I’ll wanna ride a rollercoaster of fun and drama (more friendships/potentially a relationship is what I’m getting at with this part) and expand my horizons (new hobbies) but for the time being I’d rather not ride the rollercoaster and lack the motivation, money, and energy for new hobbies.
Hostage. I lived a life in a place that I loved and used to stop and think “I live here” or “I love my life”. I haven’t in 15 years and every day try to find ways back to that life, but always fail.
There’s a lot to complain about. But what I’m seeing and hearing regarding the world around me, I can’t be anything other than overwhelmingly grateful for everything that makes my life comfortable and my mind and body at ease.
Comments
Decent
Lost
Life
I’m at work so: “fucked”
Challenging
Indecisive
Comfortable. Maybe stable. Also exciting.
Lucky
Meh
Stuck.
Chaos
Worried
Bland
Grindy
Suffering
Happening
Blessed
It’s time to go
Happy
limbo
crippling
depressing
Winning
Resigned
Unsettled
Weary
Waiting/Chilling
Content
Tired
Challenging!
Grace
Crossroads
Upcoming
Boring
Chaos!
Meh.
Fortunate
Wonderful
It passed me by!
Endless stress and emotional anguish
Changes
Off-track
Pointless
Boring
Dafuq
Bullshit!!!
sad
Contentment.
…WHEW
Happy. For the first time in a very long time I am just happy. 🖤
Heavy
Half over
good
Hungry
Boring
Lucky
Ow
Ugh
Stress
“Bupropion?”
Nice
Gratitude
Fuck this shit. Wait that’s too many. Shit
Fucked.
FUCK!
Boring
trapped
Shit.
Misery-in-a-jar
worthless
what…
overwhelmed
Fuck. 😑
Shit show
Skibidi toilet
Fun
I work 7 days a week between two jobs: 5 days a week at a pharmacy to make money for bills and 2 days a week at an aquarium and wildlife center for pure joy and also grad school prep. The pharmacy is soul crushing and the town is awful and lots more is bad but the two days I’m at the aquarium make me happier than I’ve ever been. I made close friends with my coworkers and I’m close with so many cool animals and people. I learn so much and get to really get my hands dirty with everything. The animals are hilarious and sweet and scary and I love getting to build trust with them and learning their personalities. I get to do necropsies (animal autopsies) of fish and diagnose and treat tanks. It is the coolest place in the world. I get to info dump about my favorite animal friends as I show them around to guests during critter chats and shows.
I’m exhausted and saving for grad school is hard but I know it’ll be worth it and I’m getting sun and exercise and joy and education and friendship with my second job in the meantime.
Anxious
Happy
Shitty
Broke
Exhaustion
Anxious
Grateful
Discombobulated
Stable
Sad, isolated, but baby-steps.
My brother took his life, and we were more like twins than anything. It’s hard, but I’m going day by day with the grief and doing my best to live with him in my heart.
Sad
Messy.
Quicksand.
Cautious.
Painful
dead
man that’s deep
6 foot deep
Shit. Damnit why it has to be it?
dry
Complicated
Shit
Hell
Lonely
Golf
Lonesome
Grateful
Overwhelming
Milk
Edit: I didn’t read it properly and thought it was just the first word that came to mind. I’m going to keep it though.
Peace
lifeless. Ironic I know, as I am living. However I’m living very boring and safe. I don’t yet have the confidence or enough of a desire to leave my small safe bubble so I haven’t. Sure it’s boring, but it’s also peaceful. I’m sure when I grow a bit more as a person and tired of the same old stuff everyday I’ll wanna ride a rollercoaster of fun and drama (more friendships/potentially a relationship is what I’m getting at with this part) and expand my horizons (new hobbies) but for the time being I’d rather not ride the rollercoaster and lack the motivation, money, and energy for new hobbies.
Stressed
Blessed.
Stagnant
Routine
Surprising
Nice
Antidiscombobulamentarianism
Hopeful
Overwhelmed.
Not enough money, too much work, pulled in different directions of wanting to spend time with my kids, caring for my aging frail mother. Overwhelmed.
Excited!
(I’m excited for my future for the first time in YEARS!)
Lonely
Content but lonely
Fulfilling. Newborn son, growing business. Happy wife, happy life.
Shitshow.
Burnout
grief
Fucked
Socialism
Fuck
Blessed.
I’m living the life and have the love from family I always dreamed of having as a lonely child. Little me would be proud of big me.
Good! My life is good right now.
Hostage. I lived a life in a place that I loved and used to stop and think “I live here” or “I love my life”. I haven’t in 15 years and every day try to find ways back to that life, but always fail.
Frustrating.
Empty
Boring!
Blessed. New wife, New daughter, New home. I am a lucky SOB.
uncertain
Grateful
There’s a lot to complain about. But what I’m seeing and hearing regarding the world around me, I can’t be anything other than overwhelmingly grateful for everything that makes my life comfortable and my mind and body at ease.
Unsatisfactory
Absence
Meh
Shitshow